Take her to the ritual place

The paladin girl is very light. Even with her armor, you can lift and carry her with little problems. To be honest, it is a terrible shame to get rid of her. Since you were kicked out from the order of druids, you are very lonely and no sane person ever comes to your forest unarmed. Probably because the name is >the dark forest<. You wonder who got such a stupid idea. The heroes are mostly idiots and want to kill you for a few moments of attention or a hand full of silver coins.

From time to time, you summon a weak daemon. Sometimes for your dark magic studies and sometimes just to talk. They were all very weak. You have not the needed artefacts and ingrediencies to summon high ranking daemons. And it would be too dangerous either. The weak daemons are easy to control, much more submissive and no danger for a skilled dark magic user like you. You even had a short romance with a female daemon. But she asked for your soul on the second date and when you gently told her this is going too fast for you, she was upset and you had to ban her from the mortal world. Not the best breakup you could have imagined.

Now you have a girl in reach, even a very beautiful half elf, but you can’t let her stay around because she is a fucking paladin novice and her stupid order demands the heads of all dark magic users like you. Life can be fucking unfair.

You carry the sleeping paladin to the ritual place. A simple ring of stones with another stone in the middle. It was an altar once for some kind of religious meetings. But this was long ago. Your teachers told you how to sense and clarify daemonic energy. If there ever was a daemonic presence at this altar, it is long gone. You use this place now for your dark magic studies. You can either kill the paladin girl or wipe out her mind. If you do the latter one, she will end as a mindless hull. A soulless creature that can neither think nor talk. Some dark mages in the evil lands keep such people as slaves. But you believe **** is the more merciful act.

You also could sacrifice her to a daemon. A pure soul like hers should be worth something in daemon realm. Sadly, an unwilling sacrifice is worth nothing. Daemons can’t take the souls of persons, unlike the offer them by themselves. Still, some daemons enjoy the **** on innocent life. You could probably make a deal. Something small. Or you could sacrifice her to your ex-girlfriend and ask her to come back to you. But, you throw this though away. The breakup was her fault. She has to apologize to you first.

Carefully you strip the paladin girl from her armor she only wears underwear below it. You shake your head. Going to battle without a good upholstery is very unpleasant, but can’t be prevented when the enemy attacks suddenly. Going on travels without upholstery is just stupid. The armor moves and edges and pointy parts dig into the flesh. After an hour, the pain is so worse that the stupid girl can barely walk anymore. Which is likely even more deadly than every blade.

With strong rope you tie the girl’s arms and legs spread eagled on the altar. She is indeed beautiful. Her body is a masterpiece. No curve is too big or too small. Her tits and ass are firm, juicy and perfectly formed. And her half elven face could make an angel jealous. You will never understand why so many humans despise half elves. They are such a beautiful hybrid race.

Speaking about beauty, the perfect face and the perfect curves have some hypnotic effect on you. You can’t help but reach for the half elf’s boobs, pull the bra off and fondle her tits. Her mouth is seductive too. You lean forward and kiss it. It feels warm and lovely. Thanks to the stupid rule that druids are not allowed to have sex or romantic relationships, you are not that experienced when it comes to kissing. But this feels good. You enjoy it so much, that you only recognize in the last moment that your victim wakes up.

“I … what … what happened?” the paladin girl pulls on the ropes that keep her in place and look at you angry, “this was you, right? You lied to me. What was in this bottle? Untie me! Immediately! Surrender yourself and there might be a small chance the goddess of mercy will forgive you.”

“Yes, you are right,” you say and try not to laugh, “of course, I will immediately cut you free and surrender myself.”

“Great, that’s good to hear,” the girl says gullible, “I don’t know what happened here and how you are involved, but there might be still hope for you if you now … why are you moving? You … you lied to me again, didn’t you?”

“You're really not the brightest candle on the cake, are you?” you ask, half amused, half pitying, “fine, let me say it so, that even a retard would understand it. I’m indeed what your order calls a dark druid. I tied you up. And I gave you a sleeping potion. You idiot just drank it without hesitation. Seriously, who is that stupid?”

“Don’t … don’t call me that!” the paladin girl sobs and tears roll down her cheeks, “I … I’m not stupid … I’m devoted to the goddess of mercy.”

“One does not exclude the other,” you mumble and slap your captives boobs a last time before taking your knife, “I mean … seriously. You accused me for being a servant of darkness, but immediately got confused as soon as I told you, I’m not. You drank an unidentified potion from someone you don’t know and that for defeating a bunch of rats. Every idiot can defeat giant rats. That’s just ridicules.”

“The others novices say I’m stupid too,” the paladin girl cries sad, “they … they say I’m a joke. I … I just wanted to … to prove them wrong. Please. Can’t you … just let me go? I swear, I will not tell anybody about you.”

“Why should I do something that risky?” you ask unimpressed, “I hide here for several years and every few months a self-proclaimed hero like you comes by to kill or rob me. One day they might succeed. And when your order knows about me, this day will be very, very close.”

“Well, they serve the light and you the darkness, so … isn’t this part of their job?” the paladin asks shy but immediately shuts up when you hold your knife at her throat.

“You know what is stupid too?” you reply harsh, “upsetting the guy who has you tied up and holds a ritual knife under your nose. So, do yourself a favor and shut up. And to your information, I’m neither a cultist of the dark god, nor a servant of the daemons. I only seek contact to the daemon realm to study the darkness. I believed once, we need to understand the daemonic nature to fight it. It’s not like I enjoy killing or blood rituals. It’s just necessary.”

“Are you going to kill me?” the paladin girl asks fearful and again, tears appear in her eyes.

“I see no alternatives,” you reply cold but hear your voice tremble, “it’s either you or me. So, if you have another solution, I would be happy to hear it.”